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• Artiste: Monks of Doom
• Titre: Trapped
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Trapped A game of roulette A marble and wheel Revolver and steel While down on his luck A grimacing drunk He spins on his axis On top of the table Espousing his views ... familiar Removed it may come to you How your contempt is renewed The train of thought running here Makes me see all too clear How I'm like everyone I can remember I knew Trapped Supply and demand Mathematics and facts Computing revealed The secret's concealed Displaced of its day The weight of an age A hideous scheme Horizons of steel Walking on tightropes They're lost in my neighborhood Long streets I know very well Wandering aimlessly, wavering endlessly Leaving today for the next town that gets in the way Trapped By fear in my voice I struggle to speak I struggle to reach That tone in your voice The onset of fear It spins like the world As is everything near Just from breathing the air Trapped by my point of view Locked in a waiting room where we are smothered desire Lost in a notebook who's heartstrings sing out to you Coming to terms with the slow spiteful passing of years